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That of my life distrustfully, thus say,
No help for him in God there lies.
But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory,
Thee, through my story,
Th' exalter of my head I count;
Aloud I cried
Unto Jehovah, he full soon replied,
And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and slept; I wak'd again;
For my sustain
Was the Lord. Of many millions
The populous rout
I fear not, though encamping round about,
They pitch against me their pavilions.
Rise, Lord ; save me, my God; for thou
Hast smote, ere now,
On the cheek-bone, all my foes;
Of men abhorr'd
Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the
Thy blessing on thy people flows.
(August 10, 1653.]
Answer me when I call,
God of my rightousness;
In straits, and in distress,
Thou didst me disenthral
And set at large; now spase,
Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer.
Great ones, how long will ye
My glory have in scorn ?
How long be thus forborn
Still to love vanity ?
To love, to seek, to prize,
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies : Yet know the Lord hath chose,
Chose to himself aparı,
The good and meek of heart;
(For whom to choose he knows,)
Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voice, what time to him I cry.
Be awed, and do not sin ;
Speak to your hearts alone
Upon your beds, each one,
And be at peace within:
Offer the offerings just
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.
Many there be that say,
Who yet will show us good ?
Talking like this world's brood :
But, Lord, thus let me pray;
On us lift up the light,
Lift up the favour of thy count'nance bright.
Into my heart more joy
And gladness thou hast put
Than when a year of glut
Their stores doth over cloy,
And from their plenteous grounds
With vast increase their corn and wine abounds
In peace at once will I
Both lay me down and sleep;
For thou alone dost keep
Me safe where'er I lie,
As in a rocky cell
Thou, Lord alone, in safety mak’st me dwell.
Jehovah! to my words give ear,
My meditation weigh;
The voice of my complaining hear,
My King and God; for unto thee I pray
Jehovah. thou my early voice
Shalt in the morning hear; I'th' morning I to thee with choice Will rank my prayers, and watch till thuu appear.
For thou art not a God that takes
• In wickedness delight;
Evil with thee no biding makes;
Fools or mad-men stand not within thy sight.
All workers of iniquity
Thou hat'st : and them unbless'd
Thou wilt destroy that speak a lie;
The bloody and guileful man God doth detest ,
But I will, in thy mercies dear,
Thy numerous mercies, go
Into thy house ; I, in thy fear,
Will tow'rd thy holy temple worship low.
Lord ! lead me in thy righteousness,
Lead me, because of those
That do observe if I transgress;
Set thy ways right before, where my step goes.
For, in his faltering mouth unstable,
No word is firm or sooth:
Their inside, troubles miserable ;
An open grave their throat, their tongue they smocth
God! find them guilty, let them fall
By their own counsels quellid;
Push them in their rebellions all
Still on; for against thee they have rebell’d.
Then all, who trust in thee, shall bring
Their joy; while thou from blame
Defend'st them, they shall ever sing
And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name.
For thou, Jehovah ! wilt be found .
To bless the just man still ;
As with a shield, thou wilt surround
Him with thy lasting favour and good will.
LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,
And very weak and faint; heal and amend me ;
For all my bones, that e'en with anguish ake,
Are troubled, yea my soul is troubled sore,
And thou, O Lord! how long ?: Turn, Lori
My soul; O save me for thy goodness sake!
For in death no remembrance is of thee;
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise ?
Wearied I am with sighing out my days; Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea; My bed I water with my tears ; mine eye.
Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark
['th' midst of all mine enemies that mark. Depart all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me ; for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard ; the Lord hath heard my
prayer, My supplication with acceptance fair The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping, Mine enemies shall all be blank, and dash'd With much confusion; then, grown red with shame
They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd.
[August 14, 1653.] Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him
LORD, my God to thee I fly;
Save me, and secure me under
Thy protection, while I cry ;
Lest, as a lion, (and no wonder,)
He haste to tear my soul asunder,
Tearing, and no rescue nigh
Lord my God, if I have thought
Or done this ; if wickedness
Be in my hands; if I have wrought
Ill to him that meant me peace;
Or to him have render'd less,
And not freed my foe for naught;
Let th' enemy pursue my soul
And overtake it, let him tread
My life down to the earth, and roll
In the dust my glory dead,
In the dust ; and, there outspread.
Lodge it with dishonour foul.
Rise, Jehovah! in thine ire,
Rouse thyself amidst the rage
Of my foes that urge like fire;
And wake for me, their fury assuago ;
Judgment here thou didst engage
And command, which I desire.
So th' assemblies of each nation
Will surround thee, seeking right;
Thence to thy glorious habitation
Return on high. and in their sight.